The footpath is sending me signals this week. Today's pressed poppy petal on the pavement is much prettier than yesterday's squashed banana peel. Will there be more flattened footpath wisdom in my path? Like a cryptic crossword clue will they eventually form some sense?
Walking is a wonderful way to sort out ideas. I have solved many more problems while walking than I have sitting at my desk. In fact, most of the tricky bits in my PhD were nutted out that way. The walking phase is now embedded into my intellectual process and, although I may appear to
Having moved from the country into town I'm still marvelling at being able to walk home from dinner. I took my brolly with me (and needed it) to wander into the centre of town for drinks and dinner - no traffic issues, no parking hassles, no need to track my drinks. The stroll home afterwards
There is street art everywhere in Buenos Aires. The general state of disrepair seems to bring with it an aesthetic freedom for its citizens. There is no doubt that a painting on the wall is more pleasing for everyone than peeling grey paint. In some parts, especially San Telmo where I'm staying, it almost appears
